Post Founder's Day

[rockabillyboy]

For a while now they've been laboring under the weight of their losses, and, as a result, they've been kind of careful with each other. In the cab on the way home, Jack realises that he doesn't necessarily want to be careful anymore. He leans in, pressing a sloppy kiss against the side of Poison's neck, right against his pulse. His hand slides dangerously high up his husband's thigh.

"What've you got on under these?"

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[afabulouskilljoy]

"I hope I can keep living up to that," he murmurs as he nuzzles in close, like he might hide under Jack. He holds those words close inside him, a little light in the darkness.

"We should like... shower. Or something. Before my thighs end up glued together."

[rockabillyboy]

"So far so good," says Jack, grinning. He nudges Poison's shoulder, weakly. "You go. Not sure I can stand up yet."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I'll stay with you." He's not in a hurry, not really. He reaches down and just lightly rests his hand on Jack's ass.

"My poor baby," he coos, right before he gives Jack another kiss. "You suffer so much. So Buddhist."

[rockabillyboy]

"Life is suffering," says Jack, grinning, leaning in to the kiss. Even the light touch of Poison's hand is enough to make him squirm a little. "Gotta stick to the noble eight fold path."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Is that what we're calling my dick these days?"

Poison just grins, pretty sure he's blaspheming in the worst way, but he's also pretty sure Jack will forgive him.

[rockabillyboy]

"God, you're the fucking worst," says Jack, but he's laughing when he says it, nudging Poison in the shoulder. "Jesus."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison cackles, gleefully, and catches Jack in another kiss. "You love me," he coos against Jack's mouth, unable to subdue his smile.

He loves making Jack laugh.

"C'mon, let's rinse off before we end up totally glued together, baby. We can lean on each other."

[rockabillyboy]

"I do love you," says Jack, rolling his eyes. He sighs and pulls himself up out of the bed, holding both hands out to Poison. "C'mon then."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison catches Jack's hands and uses his grip to pull himself out of bed. He takes a moment to push off his stockings and his cami and his panties. He leaves them there, at the edge of the bed, and tucks himself under Jack's arm.

"This is really just an excuse for me to see you all wet and soapy," he confesses.

[rockabillyboy]

"We share a bathroom," points out Jack, squeezing Poison in against his side. "You see me all wet and soapy most mornings."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Wow, that is not usually a just-fucked, bruised-ass Jack Vincent," Poison counters. He leans up to kiss the corner of Jack's smiling mouth. "Totally different."

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, I see. So we're just objectifying me," he says, kissing Poison and then leaning in to turn on the shower. "You should just film it next time."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Just a little bit," Poison insists, grinning up at him. "And maybe I will, man. If you see me with my phone out, just keep the show going," he teases.

[rockabillyboy]

"I can't believe we've never done that before," says Jack, tugging Poison under the shower with him. "We've done photos, but..."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Maybe we'll have to branch out," he quips. "For our mutual Darrow anniversaries. Set up a webcam and just be dirty."

Poison breathes a happy sigh when the water hits him. "Fuck, I live here now. Have my mail forwarded to the shower." He does his best to sound dramatic as he leans into Jack.

[rockabillyboy]

"You want to go public?" teases Jack, knowing how wide both of their exhibitionist streaks run. He grins, nudging Poison against the tiles, bending his head to kiss his neck. "You'll go all pruney."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Hey, I never said we had to put any video we make out there somewhere," he insists, but he's grinning. "Isn't that what makes someone famous, though? Leaked sex tapes?"

[rockabillyboy]

"You're already famous. Darrow famous, anyway," points out Jack, sliding his hips lazily against Poison's. "And I don't need to be famous, thank you-very-much."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You kind of are by proxy, I'm sorry to say." Poison offers a wry smile; he gets distracted by the feel of Jack's skin sliding against his.

"People know who you are in context. They spot you at shows and stuff. I sing at you."

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, but in context is different from, like, noticing me on the street," says Jack, idly squirming against Poison. "I'm more noticable when I'm wearing gold eyeliner."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You look good in eyeliner," Poison says with a lazy flap of his hand. He turns his head and mouths at Jack's neck, grinning against his skin. "And I think you're into the idea of being all tarted up for me as much as you're into me being tarted up for you."

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, maybe a little," says Jack, pushing his fingers into Poison's wet hair to cradle the back of his head. "I just don't look as good in stockings as you do."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"You don't have to." Poison lifts his head so he can kiss Jack. "I don't know if you noticed, 'cause I'm pretty subtle about these things, but I'm into you. Just like you are."

He likes when Jack dresses up his own way. Things that Jack thinks up to wear for himself, not just because he thinks Poison might like it. Poison's gotten flustered by his husband in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt more times than he cares to admit.

[rockabillyboy]

"Well, it's like I don't just want to fuck you in stockings," he says, leaning in for kiss. "I want to fuck you every time I see you."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"The stockings don't hurt, though," he quips after that kiss, eyes nearly closed and that Chesire grin still lingering. "Neither does being naked in a shower, apparently."